If time was a capsule,
will you throw it into water,
watch it dissolve and wonder?
Or break it into half?
Pour the contents out,
let the wind carry and wander.
Maybe you can crush it,
like a fat ant between your finger,
into a sticky mashed up goo.
Perhaps consume it?
Let the taste of bitterness
dwell stubbornly within your tongue.
Or rather, leave it on the table,
alone, unobserved and untouched.
Let it fade like how nature does.